emotions radically expressed to fit the not-so-normal mind and feed its strive for the unreal, the unmoral and the not-so-politically correct.

Saturday, 24 April 2010

Hope, I am calling you.

As days go byThe rainbow towards the endIs becoming to seem too farawayFor the naked eye to seeThe rainbow that is called hopeFor a better ending, a happy endingIs becoming blurryThe vision is divertedBy the clouds of gloom Resulting from daily distractionsInciting the mind to worry about the here and nowInstead of looking aheadPeople are depressed Others are not satisfied with who they turned out to beSome others feel they are stuck in spots, not even in circlesTill when will this vision remain hazy?How far will we goBefore sunrays decide to light up our paths -againAnd lead us to the colorsTo life, … in all its flavors? When will the gray fadeAnd give way to a high spirits And an earnest smile?